Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Story of Papa bird.



Once upon a time on a tree far, far away there lived a Papa bird, a Mama bird and their two naughty Baby birds. They were the happiest bird family in the whole bird kingdom. The Papa bird would fly to work everyday and Mama bird took care of the two baby birds. The baby birds would go to their flying schools to become the best in flying the highest. Papa bird and Mama bird made sure that the two baby birds would get the best of the world. Papa bird often had to go away to far off lands to make sure that the baby birds and Mama bird have everything they need. Papa bird and Mama bird loved each other very much, so, when Papa bird would fly off to another land Mama bird would miss him immensely but never let the baby birds see her cry. The baby birds too, often cried when they missed Papa bird but he would always come back and things would be perfect again.

One day when Papa bird was away, in a land filled with dangers, a land which was filled with snow and avalanches he heard the news that Mama bird was very ill. With great difficulties, fighting the wind, the storm, the rain he reached to take care of Mama bird. He took her to the doctor where he found out that Mama bird had cancer but he never told anyone. He kept quite, smiled and helped Mama bird fight the pain. He stood by her side holding her hand, hiding his emotions. He had to juggle between work, baby birds and Mama bird but he never complained. Not even once. He was hurting inside but he always smiled. He never let the baby birds get affected by any of this. He made sure he attended all their birthdays, went to all the parents teachers meet, sometimes cooked and tutor them with flying lesson. All while going for his work and spending most of his time with the Mama bird, but who was taking care of him? No one. What was he going through then...he had no one to talk to, if he fell sick he silently took a medicine, if the  baby birds fell sick he would fly them to a doctor and take care of them, waking up after very hour to check if the baby bird were still suffering. He was sleep deprived, he was tired but everyday he would make sure that his offsprings were rested and comfortable. He wasn't eating properly, but made sure that his children had their meals on time. He hid his emotions so well, that the baby birds never knew what was happening.

Soon, Papa bird had to take Mama bird to a big city, to admit Mama bird in the hospital. Grandparents of the baby birds left their belongings, their homes to take care of the baby birds. Months and months passed by, there was no improvement in Mama bird's health. He did everything he could to save Mama bird, every drop of his blood, every cell of his body had just one purpose and one purpose only, to save the woman he loved so much, if he could, he would have given his own life to save her. Mama bird was weak and fragile, even in so much pain and chemotherapy, she smiled. Baby birds knew their was something wrong still never dared to ask, scared to hear the truth.

One day, while the baby bird and their grandparents were sleeping, they got a call, that the Mama bird has passed away. Not knowing what to say, grandparents did not tell the baby birds what happened but they all took off to the big city. The two baby birds wore their best dresses, and argued over who would spend more time with the Mama bird, but to their surprise, Mama bird was no more. For the first time they saw how much pain Papa bird was in, how even though he tried he could not hide his emotions. Even now, Papa bird tried to wipe the baby bird's tears, trying to control his because he knew that if he broke down then who would take care of his baby birds. Papa bird was asked to marry again and again but he always refused. He loved Mama bird too much to be with someone else.

As time passed Papa bird and baby birds learnt to live with this pain. . They had once decided that they will often mention Mama bird in their conversation, but the pain was so excruciating that they kept quite. No one wept in front of each other, but all silently cried when alone.

The baby birds were now teenagers, they had already started to spread their wings and hop out of the nest. Papa bird did not know how to handle this new phase the baby birds were now in. He tried and tried, he now had to be a father and mother to the baby birds. Eventually, he realised that to be able to handle his teenage baby birds he had to fly with them. He took of with them, they would go on various trips, one day they would fly to Goa the other day to jaipur. Papa bird started talking to the baby birds like their friends, the baby birds started opening up to him, they would do all funny things to make each other laugh. Some other birds thought that these birds were silly but Papa bird and baby birds knew that in silliness there was laughter. Baby bird now trusted him and would tell him everything, sometimes Papa bird would get worried and sometimes he would just listen. With time the dark cloud of unhappiness flew away and sunshine poured in. Time does heal any wound but cannot take away the memories and the scars left behind.

The baby birds have now flown away from the nest and Papa bird smilingly waits for the baby birds to come back again but never tells them how much he misses them. The baby birds miss him equally much everyday, and think about him in every thought, they wait to go back to him and cuddle up to him.
Papa bird has sacrificed his happiness for his babies, he smiled and showed courage when others would have broken down long time back. He gave his babies everything they needed, a mothers love, a fathers affection, a friends patience, a brothers protection...he never asks for anything in return. Papa Bird now prays silently for their happiness.

That Papa bird is my Father.

Thank you for everything Papa. We both love you. We are what we are because of you.

2 comments:

  1. Child
    Wonder what made you remeber the events of the past, creating an emotional cloud which resulted in the downpour of great magnitude thick in emotions and sentiments. Today while forwarding something written by somebody on the Mothers, I segrregated a line ----This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, or is imagined as if child is calling while in the deep sleep, Even though they in their conscious environment know that their own off springs are away' Well parents as we species have been named in the dictionary ,are not alone in the struggle to give happiness, peace, tranquility,prosperity and strength to the off springs. All species of this nature blessed with the wonders called off springs often induldge in fancy flights to give the best that they can to the chilren/offsprings irrespective of conditions, ability to do and even inabity to do. So there is nothing exceptional that you two little baby birds were treated to.Therefore do not induldge yourself with being the so blessed and go overboard in talking the small deeds of papa bird which you so emphatically treated as Royal musings on love and affection. Both the baby birds desreve what thet got , may be less than what they desrve but what the heck life is accepting what it brings on our way and going ahead , remnicing on the past ;pleasent or full of struggle and keeping the cheer and positive vibes in the heart for future which may be pleasent or full of struglles.Intrestingly, the humans are one species who have created their ways of thanksgiving celebrating the mothers days, fathers days, anniversaries, and countless occassions . Writing Blogs is one method to convey what you want to say yet cannot say looking in the eyes. I deeeply appreciate that. I reiterate what I told somebody that we as parents never realize that our childern have grown up and have the ability to say thank you in their own ways . Finding words to create illusions in birds and narrating the feelings through stoy lines , which we never thought wre possible for thebaby birds to narrate. Well , time to grow up and reaize that baby birds have actually flown away in distance , not in mind and space and making their own nests or preparing to create one and have learnt the art of Thankgiving. Besties as ever from Papu

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  2. No matter how much the baby birds grow, or how far they fly they will always be still baby birds. Their home would always be where there papa bird is. You as papa bird would not realise how much what you did meant to us, you humbleness restricts you from seeing what a wonderful father and Mother you are to us. Happy Mothers day.

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